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Chapter 291: They all took kickbacks!

Eight...what does that mean...Prince Helama was also a little confused.

"Eight ancient relics."

Liu Yonglu wouldn't understand if he was asked to name a different price. After coming to this world, he knew that ancient relics were valuable. So, it's better not to change the market and just stick to ancient relics.

"Eight ancient relics..."

Prince Herama frowned. The price was indeed very high. There was only one piece in a sect like Lewis's, whose sphere of influence was limited to a small town. Lewis wore it on his hand every day like a treasure.

Patrick was slightly stronger, but after all his efforts he could only get two pieces for Liu Yonglu.

Eight pieces are a number that can only be possessed by a country or a religious group of the level of the Holy Maiden Sect. But whether there are any in the warehouse is one thing, and whether one is willing to take them out is another.

Herama had them, but he didn't want to take them out. Eight pieces were enough to arm a dozen mystics to the teeth. Although Nikola's invention was important, he didn't plan to use him. At most, he wanted to delay the time for the Mosesad people to explore the Lost Sea, which was not worth such a huge cost.

Liu Yonglu also knew that the price was high. He was just planning to offer a high price to scare away Prince Herama and delay time for the Continental Expo. You'd better keep bargaining with me and stop causing trouble outside. After the expo is over, you can do whatever you want.

It can be said that the price Liu Yonglu set was really too high, which made Herama quite uncomfortable.

"Mr. Feng, please allow me to ask one more question. I don't know what the eight ancient relics your sect wants are for. Can they be exchanged for other transaction conditions?"

"Prince Herama, to be honest with you, the exploration of the Lost Sea is not what the Holy See wants."

Liu Yonglu wiped his hands and said slowly, Prince Herama understands this logic. Otherwise, you wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to Mosessade to assassinate Nicholas.

"The best outcome for the Holy See would be that Nicholas died, so that the time for his invention to appear would be greatly delayed, and even the Mosesaders would never find a genius to complete his invention.

But it’s a pity that you guys may lack faith or luck.”

At this point, Liu Yonglu suddenly threw the napkin in his hand onto the table:
"In short! So far, I can't see Nicholas, alive or dead!"

Millie Tang tilted her head to look at Liu Yonglu and thought, this guy is acting really well, she can force him to talk like this at other times, it's better than that frivolous and playful look.

“So there is no other way. The Holy See can only adjust its thinking. We, the Holy See, will also do our best to restore Nicola’s invention. Although we don’t have top mechanics, at least we have the manual.

With these, in three or four years, the Holy See will also have the ability to explore the Lost Sea.

These eight ancient relics are for future exploration of the Lost Sea."

These words were spoken harshly, like an elder scolding a child. Prince Herama's face was covered with bruises. If he had been unable to deal with von Stroevsky, he would have turned hostile long ago.

However, their meaning was expressed very clearly. Since we cannot stop the change of the trend, we can only go with the flow. There are all kinds of unknown risks in the Lost Sea.

There are endless legends about that place, but they all have one thing in common, that is, the unknown power of the gods is always the biggest problem facing all explorers.

The only things that can counter the power of the gods are ancient relics!

"Please give me a few days to think about it."

After seeing the real invention of Nikola and asking about the other party's desired price, Prince Herama stood up from his chair as he had achieved his goal for today.

"No problem. You can take as long as you want. The scriptures also say that patience is a precious virtue that leads to all truths. I hope you also possess this quality."

Liu Yonglu was eager for him to go back and think about it. It would be better if you could think about it for a while and hesitate for ten days or half a month.

"You know how to contact me, Prince Herama. May the saint's gospel accompany you to sleep with sweet dreams."

Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang stood up and bowed to see the guests off.

Herama walked out with a heavy heart. He planned to quietly probe the matter of the black box technique next time. His mentality was already confused today, and if he opened his mouth rashly, it would be easy for others to find out his weakness.

When the invention is added with the cocoon, I wonder what price this difficult Mr. Feng will ask for.

When he was leaving, he passed by the porch and saw the "Holy Eagle" lying on the cushion, but this time the bird had a small bone in its mouth, and he didn't know where it got it from. The bird seemed to be full and was taking a nap there.

Seeing Prince Herama was about to leave, Zou Ji greeted him politely:

"Get the hell out of here, get the hell out of here...Little BK, don't let me see you again next time."

"Mr. Feng, what did Holy Eagle mean?"

"Well, this is the way our Holy See sends off our distinguished guests. It translates to: We are glad you came and we look forward to seeing you again next time."

Hey, this bird is so nice. Not only is it intelligent, but it is also very polite. When Prince Herama saw the running chicken, most of the anger in his heart was gone.

He would have to find a way to get this bird later. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Then Mr. Feng, we'll see you later. Good night."

The heavy rain outside the door had not stopped yet, and it was getting heavier. The servants took out dry wooden boards from the carriage to pave the road, and held up a huge umbrella to help Hera get on the carriage.

Liu Yonglu's eyes were calm. He followed the carriage and disappeared around the corner before closing the door.

"Hey, I'm so bored acting with this little BK. He looks old, but his beard is so long. He's really good at pretending."

Liu Yonglu took off the mask and turned it back into a bookmark, his usual nonchalant smile returning. "Today went pretty smoothly."

Millie Tang was also about to take off her wig, but found that Ricky had held her hand down again.

"Don't take it off. It looks good on you. It matches your inquisitor's clothes. You look particularly heroic."

"You want to die, don't you?"

Millie Tang got furious when she saw his lustful look. She would not tolerate it. She threw the wig aside with one hand and pinched Liu Yonglu hard with the other hand.

"If you like it so much, Judge, go put on your wig and look in the mirror yourself."

Millie Tang turned around and went back to the house to eat. Liu Yonglu ate and drank all night. She was highly focused the whole time and only drank two sips of water and didn't eat a single bite of the food.

Liu Yonglu smiled awkwardly, and when he turned his head, he saw Zou Ji gloating over his misfortune.

"What are you laughing at? It's your turn to talk to an adult. It's your turn to talk to an adult. It's your turn to talk to an adult."

As he spoke, he slapped the chicken's head away and used the chicken as a whack-a-mole toy in the playground.

After beating the chicken, he smoothed away the feathers on its head:

"But you deserve to perform tonight, and you did well. I'll reward you with something delicious later. Spit out the bones, don't hold them in your mouth. Look at your useless desire to protect your food."

The chicken jumped up happily and leaped into Liu Yonglu's arms, and threw the little bone aside. Looking closely, the little bone seemed to be the one that Liu Yonglu spat out when he was eating.

Prince Herama overlooked a detail: although there was no one else in the room, there was a running chicken!
Liu Yonglu was spitting out food while eating, not because he couldn't chew it, but because a bone got stuck. This was part of his special practice with the walking chicken during the day.

After discovering that the walking chicken had a high IQ that day, this plan was conceived in Liu Yonglu's mind.

There is a hidden small switch at the base of the Calabash Brothers umbrella. Once pressed, the umbrella will open, just like a clockwork toy, so Liu Yonglu deliberately put bones and meat slices on it when eating.

After a few people enter the dreamland, the greedy chicken will come to the restaurant and eat the food. The chicken on the table also wants to eat, but its wings are too small and it can't flap its wings.

After eating the chicken, he returned to the mat to sleep, creating the illusion that the Calabash Brothers umbrella was fully automatic.

It can be said that among today's actors, Zou Ji is also one of the leading actors.

Ten minutes later, Lin Bulang at the door gave a signal, and Liu Yonglu quickly let them in. The boys had wine and meat and ate their fill, needless to say.

Speaking of Herama, he took a carriage back to Canary Wharf as planned.

After boarding the blue freighter, Wordsworth and the painter's hat were waiting for him in the cabin. When Heramar entered the room, he touched Wordsworth's robe and coat hanging on the coat rack. It was a little damp, but not completely wet.

"Hmph, you two are still up so late, are you waiting for me to bring back some news?"

When Helama entered the room, he said something sarcastically. He was very dissatisfied with Wordsworth now. He asked you to support and put pressure from the outside, but you did go there. But you were all useless. Not only did you get beaten up, but you also put me in a passive position.

If you had known this earlier, you would not have gone.

"Prince Herama, there are five inquisitors on the other side, and they attacked suddenly without any reason. We were also surprised."

Wordsworth's face was not looking good either. These inquisitors were too cruel. He controlled more than a dozen people to go there, but only three or four came back. Moreover, according to these people, those inquisitors were very determined and showed no mercy at all.

But I felt that these people were easy to talk to at the Kujing Inn before, why did they suddenly change their style?

"Are you surprised too? I think you are the only one who is surprised! Who is the secret sect hiding in Mosesad? Is it you or the Saint's Sect?"

Helama had to vent this anger.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Wordsworth is also cautious. The opponent's strength has been discovered tonight.

You and Mr. Wordsworth are both blessed by the gods, but the inquisitors of the Saint's faction have come from afar and have no support.

When it comes to the critical moment, we still have the advantage. "

As a middleman who can speak to both sides, Balkan must persuade them. Helama sat on the chair angrily, his upper and lower eyelids pressed hard towards the middle. If he could pinch someone to death with his eyes, Wordsworth would have died countless times.

"Your Excellency, I wonder if you have seen Nicholas' invention in the Saint's Sect's base tonight."

Wordsworth didn't care about this. As long as he could fulfill the Father's request, everything else was trivial, he asked calmly.

"I saw it, it's genuine."

Wordsworth nodded. Prince Herama was not a kind person. If he could have robbed him, he would have done so long ago. After robbing him, he might not even return to his ship.

Now that we have nothing in our hands, I guess the people inside will be difficult to deal with.

"Without Nicola, what price did the other party offer?"

"Ten ancient relics, not one less!"

Herama is so smart. If he says a few more things, Wordsworth will have to bleed for him when the cost is shared equally. It's like getting a kickback in the end!
Hey, today's jokes are here again. You've worked hard all day studying and reading a novel, have a good laugh and go to bed quickly. Good night.

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